We are more than this…

Monthly Archives: September 2013

“When we identify ourselves with God’s image and likeness, the new birth will begin.” ~ Phineas Parkhust Quimby

During metaphysical or spiritual conversation with friends, most often our discussion will turn to the question, “What is my purpose?” In Letters from God I shared how over the early part of this year there had been a period of inner conflict and spiritual fogginess. I was fearful about having lost my purpose. After deliberate dissection of all that occurred during that time, I realized that I had not lost anything, rather it was a period of intense deep learning. This period resulted in a stronger conviction as well as a more heightened awareness of living Spirit and my purpose…to be a light for others, always a source of compassion and love.

“The little accidents of life, those happy accidents that quietly shepherd us outside our own order of things, those odd and lovely coincidences, may they find no resistance in you. May you be yielded beyond your common distractions, for love may lead by a different map than the one you studied at daybreak…” ~ David Teems

Pre-February I understood acting as a source of light at a more conceptual level after having experienced collective spiritual connections in both the meditative and dream states. However, since this most current burst of learning, being led “by a different map,” there is an ever-constant conscious awareness of walking as Spirit in this physical environment. There is an ever-constant conscious awareness that all is well and as it should be. There is an ever-constant consciousness that my purpose is to be there for others, to be a light of love demonstrating Spirit in the physical. There is an ever-constant consciousness that we are more than this…

“Someone needs you today. Someone must ask no less than Christ of you…For need is never still, never really quiet. It sends out its signal, its pulses, alarms. Some are obvious. Some are hidden. Some lay beneath all detectable thresholds. Some have no voice at all. May all the hidden engines of sense within you be awake and vigilant, even as divinity on call.” ~ David Teems

“I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign’d by God’s name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe’er I go, Others will punctually come for ever and ever.” ~ Walt Whitman

Life challenges swallowed me whole so it’s been awhile since you’ve heard my words. Oblivious, chewed up and gulped by events one after another as the days slipped by, my words dried up. I moved from one thing to the next doing what needs to be done, living what needs to be lived. During that time there was spiritual fogginess with little depth, and you know dear readers that it’s in those depths where I feel most comfortable. Dreams, visions and knowings continued underneath the long stretch of days and weeks that have passed, but they flitted about, running off before I could grasp them.

Dissecting all of this, I discovered a resistance to life unfolding. It’s not what I want, I whispered against each event, “This is not what I had in mind, no not this way…I want to go another way.” Still life continued to move forward with me as a reluctant participant. Whitman’s writing shook me out of the fog. Reading through previous posts, I see that the words pouring out in my blog, these pages are my letters from God. These words are Grace rising up, rushing in, allowing remembrance that no matter what circumstances we face, all is well and as it should be. As living energy, expressions of the Whole, life continues to unfold in creative expression just as it should. Our role is to flow, observe and appreciate.

In his book, A New Design for Living, Ernest Holmes states, “Since our lives are primarily mental, an activity of consciousness, it would naturally follow that we should come to believe that something wonderful, new, and original, something continuously expansive, is happening to us at all times.”

True yes? I suppose it all depends on perspective as what’s occurring presents itself. I myself got bogged down in the muck of events, or what I perceived as muck. Holmes goes on to say,

“On the other hand, how much of our time is spent in denying ourselves the privilege of entering into a greater degree of livingness? We are possibly bound by more negative ideas than we will realize. We keep saying, ‘I cannot. I don’t know how…Everything is against me. All of these statements are flat denials of Life Itself, and the creative flow of It through us.”

As I continue to navigate life events that prove challenging and at times overwhelming, I hold the letters of God in mind and have made a conscious decision to move with the flow. I am ever reminded that we are more than this…”